Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone

"Clang!"

Once all his strength had gathered on the Thousand-Forged Tungsten Steel Sword, it suddenly left its sheath. A flash of sword light streaked past as the tip thrust straight at Chen Jianjun. Even Tian Hao's body leaned forward with it, his legs, spine, arms, and the sword in his hand nearly forming one perfect straight line.

This was the Sword Draw Technique he had cultivated for over a decade—a strike that unleashed all his strength. The Lightning Attribute further stimulated its explosive power, giving it might comparable to a Hundred Years Soul Skill.

At the same time, that sharp spiritual trait fused with his Sacred Light Soul Power, adding an edge to the sword blade.

"Good!"

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as Chen Jianjun shouted his approval. To see such a fine young talent at the final moment of his life filled him with immense comfort.

He brought two fingers together like a sword and condensed Seven Kill Sword Qi, pointing it at the incoming strike.

This youth, his sword, and his swordsmanship were worthy of making him draw his hand.

The strike landed precisely on the unsharpened tip of the sword, scattering all the strength Tian Hao had condensed there. Even that Sacred Light edge was shattered by the point.

Cracks even began spreading from the tip across the blade forged from Thousand-Forged Tungsten Steel, quickly covering the entire sword.

As the blade cracked beneath the point, its oily black sheen instantly weakened until it became nearly imperceptible.

After all, the difference between them was simply too great. Even a casual point from Chen Jianjun was beyond anything Tian Hao could match.

The tremendous force split the skin on Tian Hao's palm. Blood flowed out, staining the hilt.

After receiving Tian Hao's blood, the light that was about to disperse on the blade instantly drew inward. The entire sword suddenly felt connected to him by flesh and blood, as though it had become an extension of his arm.

This was a Blood Offering!

As the Blood Offering brought the sword's Compatibility with Tian Hao to its peak, the embryonic sharpness within his spiritual power broke through even further. It was no longer merely an embryonic form—it had become an edge in its own right.

This was not Sword Intent. It was still a long way from Sword Intent, but he had taken the first step toward it and could already be considered to have entered the path.

Moreover, after completely transforming and stabilizing, this Sharpness Attribute would be branded onto his spiritual power, forming a permanent talent. In the future, he would no longer need to spend time slowly hypnotizing and shaping it, which would be enormously significant in actual combat.

"Good!"

Sensing the transformed Sharpness Attribute, Chen Jianjun laughed aloud and praised him again.

To cultivate Swordsmanship to this level without a sword-type Martial Soul was already exceedingly rare. It showed just how much effort the youth had put in behind the scenes.

He moved his finger away, allowing the remaining force in the blade to continue forward and pierce straight through his heart.

At the same time, the sword reached its limit and shattered into countless tiny fragments. Some of them remained lodged inside Chen Jianjun's body.

"Senior!"

Tian Hao was stunned. He could not understand Chen Jianjun's actions.

"Qian Daoliu is strong, but he is not a swordsman, nor is his Martial Soul a sword. Compared to dying at his hands, Old Man would rather die at yours, because you are a swordsman!"

Chen Jianjun laughed freely. As a swordsman, being able to die at the hands of another swordsman at the end was undoubtedly a form of good fortune.

"I will continue down the Sword Path, Teacher!"

Deeply moved, Tian Hao held the remaining hilt and bowed, addressing him as Teacher—the first teacher he had ever had on the Sword Path!

"Good!"

Chen Jianjun laughed and praised him once more. To gain another swordsman student at the final moment of his life was truly a great blessing.

"Take your Teacher's blood and walk all the way to the end!"

Chen Jianjun gestured for the youth to collect his blood, now without any regrets.

Moreover, the Soul Bone Skill the youth had just used had already made him understand what the youth wanted his blood for. He might as well use his final strength to pave the way for the youth's Sword Path.

"Forgive me, Teacher!"

Tian Hao took out another drop of blood he had prepared long ago and wiped it across his brow, interrupting the effect of the previous Soul Skill. Another Yellow Soul Ring emerged from his Head Soul Bone, and he simultaneously raised his hand and pressed it against the wound in Chen Jianjun's chest.

At the exact moment his palm touched Chen Jianjun, a hidden force within the Sea of Spirit of his Martial Soul was stirred and awakened.

Noticing the anomaly within his Martial Soul, Tian Hao temporarily ignored it. He would extract his Teacher's blood first—he could not hold out much longer.

"Soul Skill: Blood Drain!"

The Soul Skill originating from the owner of that drop of blood erupted. A suction force burst from Tian Hao's palm, drawing Chen Jianjun's blood out through the wound in his chest.

Even the sword fragments stained with blood were sucked over and mixed into the blood.

This was the effect of that Soul Skill. It could draw out another person's blood. If a wound was present and the other party did not circulate Soul Power to resist, it could drain all the blood from their body in an instant. It was exceptionally savage and overbearing.

However, the original Soul Skill could draw blood from a distance. Tian Hao's weakened version could only suck it out through direct contact, though it could still drain someone dry.

But at that moment, an unexpected change occurred. The Sea of Spirit within his Martial Soul suddenly erupted with a suction force, swallowing a strand of power from Chen Jianjun's body.

Sensing the change within his body, Chen Jianjun was astonished. When he saw the look of doubt on Tian Hao's face as well, he guessed that it had not been arranged by the youth.

"Teacher looks forward to your future more and more. Perhaps you really can reach the peak through the Sword Path alone."

Chen Jianjun gave his cheap student a deep look, then stopped suppressing the backlash within his body. His body quickly turned to dust and scattered. Even the Soul Bone fused within him could not withstand that overbearing backlash and likewise crumbled into dust.

Only the highest-quality Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone barely avoided being reduced to dust, but it still shattered into dozens of pieces.

After all, that backlash was formed from the force of Qian Daoliu's attack using a self-created Demigod Skill. It was by no means something a single Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone could withstand. It had already shattered when it endured the attack earlier.

"What a pity!"

On top of the city wall, Qian Daoliu sensed the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone shattering and felt regret.

He knew that the War Soul Hall possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Inheritance Soul Bone. Over a thousand years ago, one of the War Soul Hall's masters had possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring originating from a Radiant Saint Dragon, and that Soul Bone had been passed down within the War Soul Hall ever since.

He had thought it would continue to be passed down forever, but he Did Not Expect it to shatter and be destroyed today, with even its Origin power obliterated. What a pity.

It was also because the Sacred Light Attribute was too powerful, causing the might of his Demigod Skill to surge and destroying it along with everything else.

Qian Daoliu let out a Sigh, but Tian Hao did not. Before the broken bones could even hit the ground, he hurried forward, wrapped them in Soul Power, and stored them inside his Storage Soul Tool.

Even Chen Jianjun's body, that of such a powerful expert, had turned to dust, yet this thing had survived. Its quality was definitely not low.

At the same time, Tian Hao gathered the dust left behind by his cheap Teacher, removed his outer garment, and wrapped it up, thus collecting his Teacher's remains. He would find someone to deliver them to Chen Xin afterward.

After finishing all this, Tian Hao finally bowed gratefully toward Qian Daoliu atop the city wall, then ran back toward the city gate to reunite with the trembling Xiao Ha.

Once Tian Hao returned to his original position, Qian Daoliu withdrew the Angel Domain. With a spread of the three pairs of wings on his back, he flew toward Douluo Hall.

With the visual distortion caused by the light of the Angel Domain gone, everyone recovered. But as they looked at the empty ground before them, they could not figure out what had just happened.

Seeing that there was nothing left to watch, everyone could only Helplessly return.

Only a small number of people moved forward out of curiosity to investigate, wanting to see what had happened or whether any Good Things had been left behind.

"Did you find anything?"

Only after everyone had left did Tian Hao ask Xiao Ha, who had been Gritted onto his trouser leg and refused to let go.

"Whine!"

Xiao Ha, whose intelligence was very high, gestured for him to follow and headed forward.

Tian Hao quickly followed and soon arrived at a patch of damaged ground, where a huge claw mark could be seen.

"What a huge claw mark. Was it a Martial Soul Avatar? It should have been caused by someone who came with Teacher. Could it have been that person?"

Tian Hao guessed that it had been caused by a Martial Soul Avatar, and he even faintly suspected the identity of its owner.

His gaze quickly shifted to a pool of blood not far away, and his heart surged with excitement.

Tian someone: By the way, does Senior Brother Chen Xin have any younger sisters or daughters? I should get to know one.